Comments:

T - 2006-09-29 15:37:56
Silly wittykitty... please, hand the butter knife over to the Elvis impersonator (then discreetly point to his finger nails, if you're feeling rather magnanimous at the moment). What YOU need is a .45 caliber icing bag... flash that at the (ahem!) supervisor and you should be able to fost unteathered to your heart's content. :)
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Andria - 2006-09-29 15:40:15
If you hear back from karma, I'm going to be really pissed, because my emails and letters are always ignored. Stupid karma.
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LA - 2006-09-29 19:35:40
You need a puppy. I got lots. Want one? I make no guarantees as to pedigree, but they've all been screened for optimum kindness, cuteness and stamina. Whoo. Seriously, now that you're in the company see about getting a transfer. Maybe there's a desk job to be had. I promise you, you haven't tanked your life to the fare-thee-well. Sometimes the only way to know if something will work is to try it. ~LA
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skibigsky - 2006-09-30 18:14:30
I'm with LA on this one. You never know 'til you try - and it's not like you're locked into this job For The Rest Of Your Life. (And LA - I'd like a puppy! But I think the spouse wants me to hold off until spring....)
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Amber - 2006-09-30 22:41:23
Sounds like the day from hell! Sorry :(... I hope it gets better for you tomorrow! :)
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stepfordtart - 2006-10-01 08:27:40
aww, I feel really bad that we all jollied you along with this and its not turning out how you hoped. As far as the lifting part of yoru job goes - was this explained to you at interview, if not you may have a really good reason for a transfer, particularly if you mentioned your fibro before they took you on. Hang in there girl. s x PS I love that painting. Its TOP.
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Phil - 2006-10-01 22:23:29
Thinking of you Witty.
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